She’s blasted out

The walls around her shiver, and a sound like a roaring river picks up in the distance. Hermione twists around to try and better perceive what it is, but her questions are quickly answered. Glowing fluid rises, submerging her almost entirely as it swells up around her. She gulps for air, but a tidal wave of hot gut-milk blasts through the creature’s crevice, asphyxiating her and forcing her body through the fleshy tunnel at great speed.

Hermione tumbles in the goo, unable to tell which way is up, or even which direction the flood of juice came from. She feels soft flesh rebound off of her body to make way for her, though the tension in it’s ridges seems to be trying to keep her still. Finally, she is blasted out of the sphincter like a spat out wad of gum, arcing through the air without a hint of grace.